A poet who is truly respected
may not be the most brilliant cited
nor number one in the recent survey
yet someone whose mind best convey.

A poet who  is a creative critic
may not be someone who is prolific
neither gives comment that is stupor
yet the  one who inspires as a mentor.

A poet who has a heart
may not be the most beloved
or the most decorated with accolade
yet the one who touches others life.

Yes a poet who expresses passion
may not be the most romantic
or the most adorable writer
yet gain respect... a poet!

Life is a journey
that gives meaning
and reasons to my soul

Living with others
pose challenges to face
each action I take is essential

I can not live as perfect
like others I have weaknesses
but I must do what I think is good

Being a poet is to feel free
to express my sentiments  only
sane people may accept or reject

But let me thank those who read
my poems and that of other poets
Life can be void if it can't be express

A body lies in total stillness
devoid of spirit , emptiness reigns
not an ember of thoughts remains
that could ignite a tingling message
to love ones who came to mourn.

Tear of loss dominates the moment
flashes of the past tickle the minds
of those who had spent him company
to the dead whose existence is now lost
but whose good memories will be kept.

Grief dominates the hearts
for those who miss the decease
who once shared joy and inspiration
may not a perfect being but a friend
who can be present to bring consolation.

To mourn for a dead friend
is a moment to say thank you
for the past that you were with him
for sharing life's ventures bad and good
true friends will come to mourn for your too.

May 12,2015

Dearest Miliza,

M any years now have already passed,
i n our hearts we are still much together.
l ove can never fade or die if it is genuine,
i adore you and all I wish is your happiness.
z est has become of my life when I see you,
a s always I wish you near me all the time.

P lease do not change my beloved,
i n every moment you are my inspiration.
z ealous as I am for loving you dearly,
a s you supplemented it with your love too.
r eal joy is what you meant to me my dear,
r est assured that such feeling will be forever.
o h, how lucky I am for having you as my wife!

B ut love like life is not perfect,
r easons are variable and endless
a s we had problems coping with it.
t hanks to God for forgiveness and mercy,
o n His guidance and love we bonded as ever.

Lovingly yours;
Marvin

Sudden death came to me this hour.
I expected to die but not this moment:
When I am on the height of my prime,
my family  celebrates my promotion,
my nurse son just turned regular staff,
my daughter is second year college today,
my grandson attended his first day in school,
so much good things I had to witness and feel glad!

My colleague would give an eulogy for me:
my boss will speak of my contributions to the office,
my assistant would be saying how  I lead by example,
my interns would remember how kind I taught them,
my mentors would mention how cooperative I am,
others would mention I gave them acrostic poems,
over-all they would say I am a good person and talented.

My family would be teary eyed to gave their individual eulogy:
my mother would be first to say "she loves me very much"
my father would not say much but agree to my mom's testimony,
my brothers and sisters would say how much I cared for them,
my wife would seconded my mom's emotional statement ,
my children would surely say " We will miss you daddy"

But, if i could answer them all from where I lay now
I will say to them " I am not perfect, I just did what any good mortal person does"

I can write poems with ease
can be about anything with haste
my mind is full with words and phrases
that I can express in  short or lengthy phase.

But only few or none even bother to read
my composition of  expression with poetic lead
does it mean that I don't possess the criteria as set
by critics to the category as a good or better poet?

Better poet , what does this mean?
does one has to follow the great men
or women in the past writing measured poetry
or free verse  of the present with style of flattery?

Ah, better poet is the one of taste
who can write not with ease or haste
but someone with an innate expression
who is inspired by sentiments of passion!

Poets inscribe sentiments
Inspire by intuitive elements
Which accumulated from existence
In this complex life excites indulgence.

Singers sing out their emotions
Inspire by ardent romantic notions
Which linger in the hearts that beat
With magical feelings that excite heat.

Both poets and singers are articulate
In expressing the intimate human state
Of the complexities yet well-meant phase
Living it up in this world quite perfect maze.